| C | | | G | | | Dm7 G | C | [Verse 1] C Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and a Navajo. G7 Dm7 G7 C Who sang a sort of Indian Hi-de-ho to the people passing by. C The pinto spent his time a swishing flies. The Navajo watched the lazy skies. G7 Dm7 G7 C Very rarely did they ever rest their eyes on the people passing by. F C F C One day they went a walkin' along the railroad track. D7 Am D7 G7 They were swishing' not lookin' Toot toot, they never came back. C Across the alley from the Alamo when the summer sun decides to settle low, G7 Dm7 G7 C a fly sings an Indian Hideho to the people passing by. [Lead] | C | | | G | | | Dm7 G | C | [Verse 2] C Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and a Navajo, G7 Dm7 G7 C who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough for the people passing by. C They thought that they would make some easy bucks C if they washed their frijoles in Duz and Lux. G7 Dm7 G7 C A pair of very conscientious clucks to the people passing by. F C F C Then they took this cheap vacation. Their shoes were polished bright. D7 Am D7 G7 No they never heard the whistle. Toot Toot, they're clear out of sight. C Across the alley from the Alamo, C when the starlight beams its tender tender glow, G7 Dm7 G7 C the beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough for the people passing by. C G7 C Across the Alley From The Alamo